W THE PEOPLE
STOP. Please. If I get one more text message or email that wants me to celebrate my womanhood, I swear I’ll gag.
Enough guys! There’s no need to be so sensitive and thoughtful for this one day. It’s no big deal. Frankly, I find the whole idea of having an International Women's Day preposterous. No, really, if we were to take this March 8 business seriously then by that logic does that mean that the rest 364 days are reserved for men? Double gag!!
The fact is that I don’t need a day to celebrate my tribe. I’M THE CELEBRATION… everyday and any day.
In fact I feel there should be a day to celebrate the men! Poor guys are just so left out in the race. Be it the boardroom or the bedroom, women have completely taken over and how! Of course this is only the urban India we’re talking of. In rural India, the situation is grim, very grim. Women there neither have a choice nor a voice. They are just numbers and most often treated as child bearing vehicles. These women are the real Ms Indias---the real survivors, the true women of substance. But since Archies and Hallmark can’t sell their cards to them, their faces and stories go unrecorded.
If we need to have a W Day then these are the real poster girls. But like me they don’t need a celebration. What they need is just an acknowledgment. So don’t text me on a particular day to salute my spirit for I’m saluting theirs!
Hope that’s ok, man?
To quote Ms. Carrie Bradshaw: "Computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart... The best we can do is breathe and reboot." My addition: The best we can do is JUST breathe and reboot.
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Saturday, March 08, 2008
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